The next second. Chris leaned in and kissed Amelia. The moment their lips met, it felt like a jolt of electricity shot through her. Amelia's eyes flew open in shock. What was going on? Was he actually kissing her?

In her daze, his tongue slipped past her lips, tangling with hers, making it impossible to pull away.

Chris had always scoffed at the idea of kissing women. He never imagined Amelia's lips could be so addictive, one kiss making him lose all control.

Her eyes and lips were especially alluring today. When she played the piano, her untouchable , almost divine aloofness seemed to cast a spell on him,stirringsomething deep inside.

The room filled with the sound of heavy breathing, the heat rising between them.

Amelia was lost in the moment, her head spinning.She forgot to resist,her hands resting on Chris's broad chest, letting him take over.

When he lifted her onto the piano, the keys clanged discordantly. It wasn't until Chris started removing her evening gown and touched her breasts that she snapped back to reality.

What was he doing? This was a private room in a restaurant!

"Chris, let go of me; we're already divorced!" Amelia shouted.

Chris sneered. "Your vile body isn't saying that. It feels good, doesn't it?"

To humiliate her, his hand moved lower and felt a wet sensation.

Ashamed and furious, Amelia pushed Chris away, trying to jump off the piano.

But before she could, Chris grabbed her again, pressing her hard against the keys, causing another chaotic sound.

"Are you crazy?" Amelia struggled fiercely, but she couldn't push away the strong Chris, only making the piano beneath her produce more disordered notes.

"Yeah. I am crazy," Chris said.

Right now, he wanted this. He wanted to press her on the piano and make her look at him with those wet eyes.

Chris forcefully grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head, then lifted her chin with his other hand, forcing her to look at him.

"Do you know how eager you lookc right now? Like you can't wait for me to take you right here."

Amelia couldn't believe it. Would Chris say such words?

"Chris, piss off! You're shameless! Let go of me! Get away from me!"Amelia yelled.

Chris sneered, grabbing her waist tightly, inching closer. "You wouldn't make me leave, would you? You're so filthy and lewd, dressing like a slut to seduce men. Haven't you always wanted me to fuck you and get you pregnant? I'm giving you this cance,to satisfy you."

With a cold, mocking tone, he lowered his head and took her breast into his mouth,biting roughly.

The door to the private room wasn't locked; anyone could walk in at any moment.

Amelia felt utterly humiliated. She had once longed to be intimate with him, but now, she'd rather die than let it happen.

"Even if you are the only man in the world, I wouldn't want you to satisfy me!" Amelia snapped, clenching her teeth and closing her eyes in anger.

Chris lifted his head and sneered coldly, "Why pretend to be innocent?You've not only stripped and crept into my bed multiple times, but you've also secretly spiked my drink with aphrodisiac."

Amelia's body stiffened, unable to argue.

She had been so desperate, casting aside her dignity in a futile attempt to bear Chris'schild. But hadn't Chris never touched her? He always looked at her with disgust, as if she were a filthy prostitute. Why this time...

"I was wrong..." she trembled, crying out, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have liked you. I already..."

She no longer dared to like him.

"You liked me?" Chris asked.

Amelia continued to cry, her pitiful appearance inexplicably attractive,arousing his desire again.

Chris irritably wiped her tears. "Stop crying!"

"Chris, what are you doing?" Suddenly, a clear male voice came from the doorway.

It was Lucius. Amelia's heart tightened. She couldn't be seen like this. But

she was also relieved that someone had come to stop Chris. Chris's face darkened as he shielded Amelia's exposed skin, helping her straighten her clothes.

Lucius entered slowly, emanating an aura that was impossible to overlook.

Once her clothes were back in place, Amelia shoved Chris away and quickly ran behind Lucius.

"Mr. Howard..." her voice trembled, a hint of plead in it.

Lucius took one look at the sullen Chris and instantly got the picture.He smiled reassuringly at Amelia, his gaze soft and comforting.

Seeing this, Chris's expression grewv even colder, his eyes locked on Amelia hiding behind Lucius.

"Chris, what's going on?" Lucius's voice was calm but carried a touch of authority.

As an elder, he had the right to stand up to Chris.

Chris's tone was mocking, "What does it have to do with you?"

Lucius didn't get angry. "Since you're divorced, stop pestering her.You should be more understanding."

Chris sneered,"I show you some respect, and you even start acting up."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a sense of pressure.

"You go out first," Lucius turned to Amelia. "Don't worry; he won't stop you."

Amelia nodded,still scared,and left.

"Lucius, you have no right to make decisions for me," Chris snarled.

Lucius glanced at him indifferently, "Your grandfather once asked me to keep an eye on you before he left, especially to make sure you don't bully Amelia."

The group had already left, leaving only Leila and Ace in the dining hall.clearly with something to say.

Seeing Amelia come out with a strange expression, Leila's eyes immediately burning with intense anger.. She almost lost her composure as she questioned, "WWhat's going on with you?"

Amelia's tears and the hickeys on her neck told her that something suggestive had happened in the private room.

Amelia ignored them, planning to go straight to change clothes.

But Leila followed her all-the way to the changing room and asked, "What did Chris say to you?"

"Are you curious?" Amelia smiled faintly, "Then why don't you ask him;aren't you close to him? If you ask him, he will surely tell you everything.So why bother questioning me."

Leila's shoulders trembled with anger, "You bitch, you..."

"Ms. Ross, be careful with your words." Amelia pointed to the camera in the corner of the room, "Someone is watching your every move. I'd like to see what kind of reaction it would cause if a big star was exposed for bullying a waitress,"

"Well, it turns out you've been pretending to be weak and timid all along."Leila was exasperated. "But it clearly didn't work. You pretended for three years, and Chris never looked at you even once." She smiled mockingly.

Amelia turned and sat down in front of the makeup mirror, speaking deliberately and calmly. "So I've changed my strategy, planning to play hard to get. Ms. Ross, instead of arguing with me, you should focus on ensuring Chris's loyalty to you. Lest he be enticed away by someone else one day."

In the mirror, Leila's face changed expressions, looking very unpleasant.She left with a livid face.

Ace hurriedly came up. "How did it go? Did you find out anything;do you need my help?"

Looking at the worried face in front of her, Leila felt a wave of disgust. If only it were Chris who was concerned about her at this moment.

"Nothing, I'm leaving," she said coldly.

Ace took out his car keys, "Ill drive you back; it's quite far from here to your place."

"No need!" Leila's voice suddenly rose, attracting the attention of those around her. She then lowered her voice, "Ace, I'm going to be busy with a show recently; you should go take care of your own business."

With that,she left.

Ace looked puzzled. What was going on? It must be that bitch Amelia who said something; he wouldn't let her off!

Amelia changed her clothes, feeling heavy-hearted. This was probably her

last time working here. Even though the restaurant owner was Lucius,Chris would never let her stay here.

In her memory, Lucius had always disdained getting involved in any of the Spencer family's affairs. For the past few years, he had turned a blind eye to all the humiliations she suffered. Why did he extend a helping hand now? Was it because he hated people causing trouble in his place?Or was there some other reason she didn't know?

As Amelia walked out, lost in thought, a deep male voice called from behind. "Miss Tudor, please wait."